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Collection of " Master pie 



ALFRED TENNYSON 



The Day - Dream 



With niuiieroiis original 
illustrations by 



W. ST. JOHN HARPER 




NEW YORK 
Frkderick a. Stokes Company 

PUBLIS:iER.S 









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CoJ>yrigkt, 1894, hy 
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prologue. 



PROLOGUE. 

O Lady Flora, let me speak : 
A pleasant hour has passed 
away 
While, dreaming on your damask 
clieek, 
The dewy sister-eyelids lay. 
As by the lattice you reclined, 
I went thro' many wayward 
moods 
To see you dreaming — and, be- 
hind. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 

A summer crisp with shining- 
woods. 
And I too dream 'd, until at last 
Across my fancy, brooding- 
warm, 
The reflex of a legend past. 

And loosely settled into form. 
And would you have the thought 
• I had, 

And see the vision that I saw, 
Then take the broidery-frame,, 
and add 
A crimson to the quaint Macaw,. 
And I will tell it. Turn your 
face. 
Nor look with that too-earnest 
eye — 



THE UAY-DREAM. 

The rhymes are dazzled from 
their place, 
And order'd words asunder fly. 



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G YEAR 
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.OTHES AND 

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THE SLEEPING 
PALACE. 



The varying year 
' with blade and 

sheaf 
Clothes and reclothes the happy 
plains, 



'1 H E DAY-DREAM. 

Here rests the sap within the leaf, 
Here stays the blood along the 
veins. 
Faint shadows, vapors lightly 
curl'd. 
Faint murmurs from the mead- 
ows come, 
Like hints and echoes of the 
world 
To spirits folded in the womb. 

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Soft lustre bathes the range of 
urns 
On every slanting terrace-lawn. 
The fountain to his place re- 



THE DAY-DREAM. 

Deep in the garden lake with- 
drawn. 
Here droops the banner on the 
tower, 
On the hall-hearths the festal 
tires, 
The peacock in his laurel bower, 

The parrot in his gilded wires. 

III. 

Roof-haunting martins warm their 

eggs ; 
In these, in those the life is 

stay'd. 
The mantles from the golden 

pegs 



THE DAY -DREAM. 

Droop sleepily : no sound is 
made, 
Not even of a gnat that sings. 
More like a picture seemeth 
all 
Than those old portraits of old 
kings, 
That watch the sleepers from 
the wall. 

IV. 

Here sits the Butler with a flask 
Between his knees, half drain'd ; 
and there 
The wrinkled steward at his task, 
The maid-of-honor blooming 
fair ; 



THE V AY -D R E A M . 

The page has caught her hand in 
his : 
Her lips are sever'd as to 
speak : 
His own are pouted to a kiss : 
The blush is fix'd upon her 
cheek. 

V. 

Till all the hundred summers 
pass, 
The beams, that thro' the Oriel 
shine, 
Make prisms in every carven 
glass. 
And beaker brimm'd with noble 
wine. 

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THE DAY-DRE.A 



Each baron at the banquet sleeps, 
Grave faces gather'd in a ring. 



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THE DAY-DREAM. 

His State the king reposing- 
l-ceeps. 
Pie must have been a jovial 
king. 

VI. 

All round a hedge upshoots, and 
shows 
At distance like a little wood ; 
Thorns, ivies, woodbine, mistle- 
toes, 
And grapes with bunches red 
as blood ; 
All creeping plants, a wall of 
green 
Close-matted, bur and brake 
and briar, 



THE D A Y - 



And glimpsing over tliese, just 
seen, 
High up, the topmost palace 
spire. 

VII. 

When will the hundred summers. 
die, 
And thought and time be born 
again, 
And newer knowledge, drawing 
nigh, 
Bring truth that sways the soul 
of men ? 
Here all things in their place 
remain, 
As all were order'd. ages since. 



Come, Care and Pleas- 
ure, Hope and Pain, 
And bring tlie fated 
fairy Prince. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 

Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope 
and Pain, 
And bring the fated fairy 
Prince. 



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THE SLEEPING BEAUTY. 

I. 

Year after year unto her feet, 

She lying on her couch alone, 
Across the purple coverlet, 

The maiden's jet-black hair has. 
grown, 
On either side her tranced form 
Forth streaming from a braid 
of pearl : 
The slumbrous light is rich and 
warm, 
And moves not on the rounded 
curl. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 
II. 

The silk star-broider'd cover- 
lid 
Unto her limbs itself doth 
mould 
Languidly ever ; and, amid 
Her full black ringlets down- 
ward roird, 
Glows forth each softly-shadow'd 
arm 
With bracelets of the diamond 
bright : 
Her constant beauty doth in- 
form 
Stillness with love, and day 
with light. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 



She sleeps : her breathings are 
not heard 
In palace chambers far apart. 
The fragrant tresses are not 
stirr'd 
That lie upon her charmed 
heart. 
She sleeps : on either hand up- 

swells 
The gold-fringed pillow lightly 

prest : 
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever 
dwells 
A perfect form in perfect rest. 



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THE ARRIVAL. 

I. 

All precious things, discover'd 
late, 
To tliose that seek them issue 
forth ; 
For love in sequel works with 
fate, 
And draws the veil from hid- 
den worth. 
He travels far from other skies — 
His mantle glitters on the 
rocks — 
A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes, 



THE DAY-DREAft 




A FAIRY PRINCE, WITH JOYFUL EYE 



And lighter- footed than the 
fox. 



For love in sequel 

works with fate, 

And draws the veil 

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THE DAY-DREAM. 



The bodies and the bones of 
those 
That strove in other days to 
pass, 
Are wither'd in the thorny close, 
Or scatter'd blanching^ on the 
grass. 
He gazes on the silent dead : 
' They perish'd in their daring 
deeds.' 
This proverb tiashes thro' his 
head, 
' The many fail : the one suc- 
ceeds.' 



THE DAY-DREAM, 



He comes, scarce knowing what 
he seeks : 
He breaks the hedge : he enters 
there : 
The color flies into his cheeks : 
He trusts to light on something 
fair ; 
For all his life the charm did talk 
About his path, and hover near 
With words of promise in his 
walk, 
And whisper'd voices at his ear. 



More close and close his footsteps 
wind : 



-DREAM. 



The Magic Music in his heart 
Beats quick and quicker, till he 
find 
The quiet chamber far apart. 
His spirit flutters like a lark, 
He stoops— to kiss her— on his 
knee. 
' Love, if thy tresses be so dark, 
How dark those hidden eyes 
must be ! ' 



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THE REVIVAL. 
I. 

A TOUCH, a kiss ! the charm was 
snapt. 
There rose a noise of striking- 
clocks, 
And feet that ran, and doors that 
clapt, 
And barking dogs, and crow- 
ing cocks ; 
A fuller hght illumined all, 

A breeze thro' all the garden 
swept, 
A sudden hubbub shook the hall, 
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And sixty feet the fountain 
leapt. 



The hedge broke in, the banner 

blew, 
The butler drank, the steward 
scrawl'd, 
The lire shot up, the martin flew, 
The parrot scream 'd, the pea- 
cock squaird, 
The maid and page renew'd 
their strife. 
The palace bang'd, and buzz'd 
and clackt 
And all the long-pent stream of 
life 

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And sixty feet tlie 

fountain leapt. 

The hedge broke in, the 

banner blew. 






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THE D A Y ■ D R E A I\I 

Dash'd downward in a cata- 
ract. 



And last with these the king 
awoke, 
And in his chair himself up- 
rear'd, 
And yawn'd, and rubb'd his face, 
and spoke, 
' By holy rood, a royal beard ! 
How say you ? we have slept, 
my lords. 
My beard has grown into my 
lap.' 
The barons swore, with many 
words, 



THE DAY-DREA 



'Twas but an after-dinner's 
nap. 



'Pardy,' return'd the king, 'but 
still 
My joints are somewhat stiff 
or so. 
My lord, and shall we pass the 
bill 
I mention'd half an hour ago ? ' 
The chancellor, sedate and vain, 
In courteous words return'd 
reply : 
But dallied with his golden chain, 
And, smiling, put the question 
by. 



The palace bang'd and 
buzz'd and clackt. 



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Zhe Departure. 



THE DEPARTURE. 

I. 

And on her lover's arm she 
leant, 
And round her waist she felt it 
fold, 
And far across the hills they 
went 
In that new world which is the 
old: 
Across the hills, and far away 
Beyond their utmost purple 
rim, 
And deep into the dying day 



T HE D A Y - U K E A M . 

The happy princess follow'd 
him. 

II. 

' I'd sleep anodier hundred years, 
O love, for such another kiss ; ' 
' O wake for ever, love,' she 
hears, 
' O love, 'twas such as this and 
this.' 
And o'er them many a sliding 
star, 
And many a merry wind was 
borne, 
And, stream'd thro' many a 
golden bar, 
The twilight melted into morn. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 



'O eyes long laid in happy- 
sleep ! ' 
' O happy sleep, that lightly 
fled!' 




' O happy kiss, that woke thy 
sleep ! ' 
' O love, thy kiss would wake 
the dead ! ' 

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THE DAY-DREAM. 

And o'er them many a flowing 
range 
Of vapor buoy'd the crescent- 
bark, 
And, rapt thro' many a rosy 
change, 
The twilight died into the 
dark. 



IV. 

* A hundred summers ! can it 

be? 
And whither goest thou, tell me 
where ? ' 

* O seek my father's court with 

me. 



seek 1113^ father's 
court Avitli me. 



THE D A V - D R E A M . 

For there are greater wonders 
there.' 
And o'er the hills, and far away 
Ikyond their utmost purcle 
rim, 
Beyond the night, across the day, 
Thro' all the world she fol- 
lowed him. 



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MORAL. 



So, Lady Flora, take my lay, 
And if you find no nrioral 
there, 
Go, look in any glass and say, 
What moral is in being fair. 
Oh, to what uses shall we 
put 
The wildweed-flower that sim- 
ply blows ? 
And is there any moral shut 
Within the bosom of the 



-DREAM. 



But any man that walks the 
mead, 
In bud or blade, or bloom, 
may find, 
According as his humors lead, 

A meaning- suited to his mind. 
And liberal applicati(Mis lie 

In Art like Nature, dearest 
friend ; 
So 'twere to cramp its use, if I 
Should hook it to some useful 
end. 



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L'ENVOI. 

I. 

You shake your head. A ran- 
dom string 
Your finer female sense of- 
fends. 
Well — were it not a pleasant 
thing 
To fall asleep with all one's 
friends ; 
To pass with all our social ties 
To silence from the paths of 
men ; 
And every hundred years to rise 



THE D A \' - U R E A M . 

And learn the world, and sleep 
again ; 
To sleep thro' terms of mighty 
wars, 
And wake on science grown to 
more, 
On secrets of the brain, the stars, 
As wild as aught of fairy lore ; 
And all that else the years will 
show. 
The Poet-forms of stronger 
hours, 
The vast Republics that may 
grow. 
The Federations and the 
Powers ; 
Titanic forces taking birth 



THE DAV-DREAM. 

In divers seasons, divers 

climes ; 
For we are Ancients of tlie 

earthi, 
And in the morning of the 

times. 



So sleeping, so aroused from 
sleep 
Thro' sunny decads new and 
strange. 
Or gay quinquenniads would we 
reap 
The flower and quintessence 
of change. 



THE DAY-DREAM. 



Ah, yet would I — and would I 
might ! 
So much your eyes my fancy 
take- 
Be still the first to leap to light 
That I might kiss those eyes 
awake ! 
For, am I right, or am I wrong, 
To choose your own you did 
not care ; 
You'd have my moral from the 
song, 
And I will take m^y pleasure 
there : 
And, am I right or am I wrong. 



THE DAY-DREAM, 

My fancy, ranging thro' and 
thro', 
To search a meaning for the 
song. 
Perforce will still revert to 
you ; 
Nor finds a closer truth than 
this 
All-graceful head, so richly 
curl'd. 
And evermore a costly kiss 

The prelude to some brighter 
world. 



For since the time when Adam 
first 



- D r. E A M . 



Embraced his Eve in happy 
hour, 
And every bird of Eden burst 

In carol, every bud to flov^'er, 
What eyes, like thine, have 
waken'd hopes, 
What lips, like thine, so 
sweetly join'd ? 
Where on the double rosebud 
droops 
The fulness of the pensive 
mind ; 
Which all too dearly self-in- 
volved. 
Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep to 
me ; 
A sleep by kisses undissolved. 



THE D A Y - D K E A M . 

That lets thee neither hear nor 

see : 
But break it. In the name of 

wife, 
And in the rights that name 

may give, 
Are clasp'd the moral of thy 

life, 
And that for which I care to 

live. 



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EPILOGUE. 

So, Lady Flora, take my lay, 
And, if you find a meaning- 
there, 
O whisper to your glass, and say, 
' What wonder, if he thinks me 
fair ? ' 
What wonder I was all unwise. 
To shape the song for your 
delight 
Like long-tail'd birds of Para- 
dise 
That float thro' Lleaven, and 
cannot light ? 



DA ^■ -DREAM. 



Or old-world trains, upheld at 
court 
By Cupid-boys of blooming 
hue — 
But take it — earnest wed with 
sport, 
And either sacred unto you. 



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" POINT LACE AND DIAMONDS." 



FROST-BITTEN 



We were driv- 
ing home 
fro'.n the 
" P a t r i - 
archs ' " — 
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I , you 
know; 
T h e w h i t e 
flakes flut- 
tered about our lamps; 
Our wheels were hushed in the 
sleeping snow. 




Her w^hite arms nestled amid her 
furs ; 
Her h;inds half-held, with languid 
grace, 





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The ]DsnUer, and Sue isn't here 
yet ! 
I don't care, I think it's a sin 
For people to get late to service, 
Just to make a great show com- 
ing in. 
Perhaps she is sick, and can't get 
here — 
She said she'd a headache last 
night. 



Specimen Pages, 

''A Child's Dream of a 

Star/' Dickens. 

Collection of " M astcrpitccsy 




"'.i specks play- 
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and-seek in 
the sky all night, must surely 
be the children of the stars ; 
and they would all be grieved 
to see their playmates, the 
children of men, no more." 
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come out in the sky before 
the rest, near the church 
spire, above the graves. 



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''Tlianatopsis/' Bry- 
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Collection of " M'(iste7-/>2\'ces.'" 



Nor in the embrace of ocean, 
shall exist 

Thy image. Earth, that nour- 
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Thy growth, to be resolved to 
earth aoain, 




THE SLUGGISH CLOD, WHICH THE RUDE 

SWAIN TURNS WITH HIS SHAKE, AND 

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